Waking up the next morning, with the sun shining bright into Harry's eyes, The-Boy-Who-Lived got ready for another day of fun classes. Going through his morning routine, Harry finished with a quick shower. Finally awake, he noticed that all of the boys in his dorm have already left. Feeling really cheerful for one reason or another, Harry walked down into the Great Hall, ready to eat breakfast.
Eyeing Ron and Hermione, especially Hermione. His heart rate just went double. Okay, she is beautiful, but just a friend, just a friend. With that phrase repeating inside his head, he sat next to Ron, trying not to catch the attention of Hermione, he sat down, starting to pile up wafers and bread for breakfast. The most important meal of the day.
Almost as soon as breakfast was over, while every student was ready to leave, Dumbledore stood up, calling everyone's attention, "The professors and I have decided to have a Christmas Ball. The only requirement is that you must come with a date, but the girls are the ones that will be asking. That is all."
Hearing the announcement, Parvati Patil and Lavender quickly discussed what to wear and who to bring; which boy is the cutest. You know, girl stuff. Hermione just rolled her eyes as she quickly went down to the dungeons for another fun class with Snape. Harry and Ron were quickly following behind her, each filled with they're own thoughts.
Hitting down into the dungeons, each Gryffindor prepared him or herself for another grueling prejudice class. Funny enough. The only thing that went wrong was Neville melting down his 23rd cauldron this year. Snape luckily only took off 50 pints from Gryffindor in total because of that and what he claims as. "You know it all, Granger, Ten points form Gryffindor."
Taking the last class of the day (Divination for Ron and Harry, Arithmancy for Hermione), all were happy to be back within the common room, staying warm as everything else becomes dark. But Hermione was distracted from doing what she does best: homework. Damn it! I can't concentrate with Harry near me. With his green eyes to die for and I can get lost in them forever. All this was happening as Harry and Ron were doing their own Divination homework, each having fun on making up what major, life threatening experience, which could happen.
"You find a death-mark and you faint, killing yourself with an arrow."
"That's outrageous Harry! That will never happen."
"Sorry, mate. But all the signs lead up to that."
"Fine. Umm. You find someone to like, yet she, umm, betrays you.
I already like someone. It's Hermione. Now where the hell did that come from?
Keeping all these thoughts to himself, Harry, the hero of this story (A/N: its getting corny, isn't it) tried to finish the rest of his homework, having thoughts of Hermione. Going back to his dorm, Harry dreamt sweet dreams of Hermione. But without him knowing whom it was.
Back in the Headmaster's office, the glowing globe has Harry's pictures in it. Dumbledore and McGonagall were having fits on what to do next, "What do we do? What to do about them?" asked McGonagall.
"They do remind me of Lily and James, do they not?"
"Yes, Albus. But they both have more stubbornness then those two. What should we do next?"
"I fear, we must do the extreme," answered Albus Dumbledore.
Sorry folks. The chapter sucks. The story is corny. But my brother has a huge writer's block. Any suggestions will be helpful. Flamers will still be used for our tonight's Korean BBQ.